Myronn Hardy
Without
See me from your car window.
My canary hat is meant to be
seen from space.
Wave awkwardly as I cross
the street as I know of broken
things. The green wood
houses the white ones
blemished with mold.
I suddenly hate the rattle of parched branches.
I suddenly hate the sound
my sneakers make on asphalt.
I’m without in this generous land.
The wind freezes my face my hands.
What does it do to you?
Lalibela
I don’t remember bees or angels. I remember
my ears ringing as they are now. Goats
trotting near white blossoming trees. My hand
over the cross I wore is numb. The breeze almost
breaking it. Holy is here but I’m not.
Bereft of a life I believed beginning.
Its churning in my chest its beams smothered.
I want to leave this cold.
Baby’s breath bunched in my pocket.
I’m walking near the sea.
Blue beings emerge.
They walk to me. They circle.
All of me back or the world without this fool.
You without this fool in this beautiful place.